A beautiful morning greeted me—this was the day we became one. By the old guava tree near the corner, I confessed my true feelings to you. Your smile was radiant when I said, "I love you." And when you whispered that you loved me too, my heart soared.
Days passed, and I cherished you like a princess. I surrounded you with love, believing you were mine. But something puzzled me—you always seemed annoyed whenever I was near. You would snap at me, asking why I cared so much.
I lowered my head, swallowing the words I longed to say: Aren't you mine? Isn't it natural that I don't want to lose you? But I stayed silent, only exhaling a quiet sigh. It hurt to feel like everything I did for you didn't matter.
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Today, I am happy. You sent me a message—you wanted to see me. My heart raced with excitement, and I even bought you a gift. I thought about surprising you but hesitated. You never liked surprises. Maybe you'd avoid me again if I tried.
At five in the afternoon, I waited under the guava tree, anticipation buzzing in my chest. Then, from the direction of the abandoned shack nearby, I heard a faint sound—a groan. Curiosity prickled at me, pulling me toward it. As I approached, my heart pounded, nerves crawling through my body like ice.
But before I could step closer, my world shattered.
You emerged from the shack with a man.
A man? My thoughts scrambled in chaos. Who is he? Why were you with him? Questions raced through my mind, but I couldn't move. I stood frozen, hiding in the shadows, watching as you smiled at him before parting ways. He walked ahead while you turned toward the corner—our meeting place.
Your forehead creased as you scanned the area. I was always early, and you knew it. Confusion flickered across your face.
Forcing a smile, I stepped forward as if nothing had happened. You looked at me with irritation, your patience already thin. I reached out, offering the gift I had bought, but you pushed it back toward me. My chest tightened.
Then came the words that cut deeper than any blade.
"What is that for again?! For my love? What? I love you, yes! But when will you understand that I only consider you a friend?!"
Friend.
The word echoed, slicing through my heart. I had been a fool—to believe you loved me the same way I loved you. That every moment we shared meant something more.
It was all just an illusion.
And I was the one who let myself believe in it.
